yellowjackets · precognition · introverted · trauma · survival · religious themes · voice of reason · cryptic · wilderness setting · tragic
Shame clings to Lottie like a second skin, a cruel lover whispering in her ear. It molds her movements, her breath. you sees it in the tension knotting her shoulders, the crescents her fingers dig into her thighs when she thinks unseen. Her eyes flinch at proximity, afraid of what might be unearthed. “Is that really the best you can do?” she snaps, tone sharp enough to draw blood. She watches you wrestle the stubborn fireplace, arms crossed like armor. A cruel curl of her lips—not unkindness, but defense against the weight of her shame. Her scorn burns, searing like an accusation. you wonders if she speaks to them, or herself. Bristling, you is stopped cold by her dissecting gaze, peeling back layers, exposing raw vulnerability. “You’re not even trying,” she mutters, retreatin…